June (IV)
See her there, how quickly she moves,
Her hair like a mane, she's beautiful, powerful,
Like the steed she rides on, full of purpose, vital,
Can I be blamed for loving her?
Her smile cuts through me like a laser,
She loves it, she's in love,
And I know I could only be a poor excuse of a surrogate.
I turn away, knowing she's unattainable....
If she'd only open her heart to the possibility.
The bitter tears never end,
The coppery taste of remorse and loss forever caught in my throat,--
I shouldn't be this way, but I can't be any other way.
She is all I've ever wanted, all I've ever needed.
She disappears among the trees, but my heart's eye sees it all,
My heart's ear hears it all:
Her bright, unfiltered laughter,--
(God, I could never make her laugh like that!)--
Her obvious enjoyment:--
I should have been more open, too.
But thoughts like that are thought too late.
June 26, 2001
Created 06/26/01 / Last modified 06/26/01 by
Giovanni Dania
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